Hello, I found that 'Wanted' has been removed from the archive, and I'm not happy about it. Anyway, the administrator is free to take all the decisions he/she wants... but I consider my story didn't had 'explicit content or adult content above current rating', in fact, it was very tame in comparison to others... but whatever! By the way, to all the persons who are interested to get the rest of this story, just contact me by e-mail and I'll send you the rest of the story, chapter by chapter.

For now, I'll start posting another story, a very innocent one, pretty funny and romantic, at least I hope it is...

'Crash or Crush?', this is anything but M, in fact, it barely is PG 13, lol

Let's start :

CRASH ( OR CRUSH?)

Author: Lu

Pairing: whichever could it be?

Rating: PG 13

Disclaimer: I know these characters don't belong to me

Thanks to: Maribel and Jill, you're sooo great:-)

Feedback: Yeah, pleeeeeaase ,I'd like it

Setting: End of Season 3, after ' Graduation Day ', but I've also taken something from Season 5 sometimes.

Summary: Let Buffy drive… and get ready for all the consequences!

PART 1

( It refers to ' Bad Eggs ' . I don't have the slightest idea about the closing time of a Dry Cleaner Shop in Sunnydale, let's pretend it's around nine- ten o' clock p.m. , otherwise I would have troubles with the sunset… due to the fact that this story takes place in the middle of Summer..)

Buffy still couldn't believe it: her mom had let her drive her car.

Correction: her mom had lent her car to her daughter on condition that she sorted out a long list of urgent things to do.

The blonde had almost finished every item on the list, she just missed the last one, but not the least, quite the contrary!

-- I gotta hurry up! I've got just ten minutes before the dry- cleaner's shop closes… if I don't pick up Mom's dress… I'm dead!--

Joyce had asked her to go to that shop to pick up a dress she absolutely needed due to a business trip.

Buffy still remembered the last time her mother had asked her a similar favor, that she hadn't manage to do, no matter if the reason why was to rescue an ingénue girl from a vampire's clutches.

After all, Buffy couldn't tell the truth to her mother who still ignored who her daughter really was, back to those days.

So, the poor girl had appeared to her eyes as a careless, absent-minded and totally unreliable person, and that had lead her to a solemn punishment: a ' house arrest ' period, saving school duties.

After all, that punishment hadn't been that hard for her, because every night, at her window…

-- Ouch, Buffy, you have pushed the wrong button: stop hurting yourself, stop thinking about him: he's moved far away and he'll never come back… well, maybe just to warn you about an impending apocalypse… but nothing more. He said he left for my own good… ah! My own good, as he knew what the best for me is… not even I do!--

With all those thoughts about Angel, by then the minutes at her disposal had become five.

She stepped on the accelerator and she dashed into the nearest parking area, frustrated when she saw it was very crowded.

Maybe due to her Slayer's senses, she managed to find a place, and she hurried to manoeuvre the car into the space, obsessed by the time that was running out.

"Well, well, I have lots of space in the front…" she commented out loud, swerving.

"I've been careful not to scratch the car with the wall on the left side… just a little reverse to be perfectly right and.."

TUMP!

"Well done, Buffy, when the hell will you learn that the rear-view mirror is not just a doodad to make up and arrange hair? Oh, God! No, please, tell me it was just a fly.. right, a 100 kg iron fly! Who am I kidding? I'm dead!" she gasped, startling due to both the harsh impact and the scare.

But she hadn't time to despair then, so she locked the car and she rushed towards the Dry-cleaner 's shop.

-- First thing first: now I gotta get that dress absolutely; then I'll think about the crash with that big black car… Uhmm.. big black car? No, NOT now, Buffy, think about it LATER! And most of all… there are thousands big black cars in the world!-- she said to herself, as after a breath-taking run, she pushed the door of the shop, picking the dress up just before the closing time.

After laying it on the back seat, being careful not to crumple it, Buffy took a deep breath and she went to inspect the back of the jeep.

She was very relieved to find out that her mother's car showed just a few traces, only some little scratches.

--Alright! Just a bit of spray-paint… and maybe she'll never notice it! And now, let's see if the other car had the same luck…--

When she looked at the other car, she felt a long cold shiver run from her feet to the roots of her hair.

TBC

So? Do you like it so far?